Hey there,
The first text I ever studied in class as an English undergrad was Coleridgeās āThe Rime of the Ancient Marinerā. Our Ć¼ber cool professor (immediately commanding our rapt attention with her multi-coloured mohawk) taught us the poem for weeks, going through each line, encouraging us to excavate our own meanings and decipher symbols and metaphors behind each turn of phrase.
It was the most exciting introduction to college-level literary studies that I could have asked for. Eight years later, I can still hear her voice echoing through the buttercup yellow classroom:Ā
āWater, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.ā
This morning, my Instagram feed had a post about rising sea levels, followed by another about drought around the world. These lines from Coleridgeās poem came rushing back to me.Ā
Though our mighty battles mightily over borders, power, money, religion, caste, and gender, the earthās water resources are depleting to critical levels: Arctic glaciers are meltingĀ four timesĀ faster than the rest of the planet. Rising sea levels are causingĀ record-breakingĀ coastal flooding, and the frequency of droughts has increased by aĀ thirdĀ since 2000. WeĀ passed the point of no returnĀ in 2014.
The Living Waters MuseumĀ ācurates visual narratives on our water heritage to inspire water caring futuresā. They tell stories ofĀ indigenous irrigation rituals,Ā changing trajectories of historic rivers, and theĀ evolution of natural water systems.Ā
Go with the flow. Find your water culture.